#or the intense heat while we tried to find the switch to turn that off

[batwynn]

Shit. Another bad allergic reaction. 🥲 I can’t even tell which high potential MCAS trigger it was today.

[virescent-v]

School Yard Bully Pt. 2

A/N: The follow up to School Yard Bully. It's short and it's got smut. 😂 I know what my Emily fans like and I aim to please 🫡 Also, this gif? my god 🥵🥵🥵

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: oral (r! receiving), use of pet names (baby, princess). I think that's about it. It's not that wild this time lol

Part One can be read here

Have fun ;) and happy Saturday! :)

A week has passed since your lock in with Emily. Work for the past week was quiet, mostly catching up on paperwork. While you were thankful a case didn’t tear you away, you had been bored every day, most of the team keeping their heads down and focusing on all of the overdue work they had. 

You and Emily hadn’t had much time alone together to talk about what happened at Rossi’s. You weren’t even entirely sure that your date was still on until Friday morning when Emily texted you from her desk. 

Emily: I need your address so I can pick you up tonight. 

You: Oh, we’re still going? You hadn’t said anything… 

You glanced up, catching Emily’s eyes across the bullpen. You could see the light shining in them, even from so far away. 

Emily: I didn’t want the team to be nosey. This is about us. 

You could see a light blush staining her cheeks and it made your insides warm. This was a complete switch from the Emily you’ve known. And you were looking forward to getting to know her. 

You sent off a text with your address and a ‘see you at 7pm sharp, Prentiss’ before getting back to your paperwork. 

Nothing was going to get in the way of your date tonight, especially paperwork. 

*

At exactly seven, your doorbell rang. You exhaled slowly, feeling the nerves rush through you. You weren’t sure what you were doing tonight, but you assumed it was something fancy, as Emily had told you to dress accordingly. 

You were wearing a tight fitting, but still appropriate, deep red dress. It clung to you in all the right ways, highlighting the curve of your hips, the valley between your breasts. It showed off just the right amount of both cleavage and legs. Your makeup was done with a little smokey eye, making your eyes look hooded and seductive. Simply, you looked hot. 

You opened the door to find an absolute vision in front of you. Emily was wearing black slacks and a white button down, the sleeves pushed halfway up her forearms. The shirt was tucked into her pants, drawing attention to her waist. She had a necklace that hung at the perfect space on her chest. It was minimal, but it took your breath away. 

Emily cleared her throat. “Wow, uh, you look beautiful,” she said, a little breathlessly, her eyes taking in every inch of you, focusing intently on the peek of your thighs from under your dress. 

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and chest with the way that she was looking at you. Intense, almost as if she was trying to memorize every curve of you. 

“Should we go?” You said, grabbing your things, trying to ignore the feelings rising in you. 

Emily smiled, extending her arm to you as you passed through your door, leading your way to her car, where she opened the door for you, watching you settle into the passenger seat. She leaned in close to you, her nose grazing the side of your neck, lightly inhaling the smell of your perfume. “I can’t wait to eat tonight,” she whispered, her breath tickling the side of your ear. 

A slow, steady throb started between your legs, making you break out in goosebumps. 

You turned your head slightly, your nose brushing against hers. 

You could feel the ghost of her breath against your lips as she said, “I’m so hungry, princess.” 

Before you could think, let alone respond, the car door was shut and Emily was making her way around the car. 

*

Dinner went well, the conversation staying relatively tame minus a few suggestive comments from Emily that made the ache between your legs grow throughout the meal. 

Emily tried her best to talk about anything but work, learning things about you that she hadn’t in the past few months. You two had enough in common that you could talk about your shared interests, but enough differences that it wasn’t boring. 

You could tell the whole meal that Emily was holding back on something, but you didn’t want to ruin the lighthearted mood that had settled over the table. 

It wasn’t long before you were back in the car, stuffed from a delicious meal paid for by Emily, heading back to your place. 

When she put the car in park, you placed your hand on her wrist, looking into her eyes as you said, “Care for a drink?” 

Emily took a deep breath, turned off the ignition, and followed you inside. 

You lead her into your kitchen, a semi-tense silence falling between the two of you. You could tell whatever was brewing throughout dinner was going to let itself free soon. 

You were pouring two glasses of wine, trying to listen to the glug of the liquid into the glass instead of the sound of your heart beating in your ears. As you turned around, Emily was leaned up against the opposite counter, both arms braced on the edge. Her eyes trailed down your form again, causing a fire to erupt in your chest. But you could still see the hesitation clouded in her dark eyes.

“I’m so sorry I was an ass for months to you just because I didn’t know how to handle my own feelings. It was immature, idiotic, and bitchy of me,” Emily said, her voice a breath above a whisper. “I regret it, and I’ll make it up to you every day if you’ll let me.” 

You could see something dark taking over the light in Emily’s eyes, a flash of past trauma and hurt taking over her mind. 

You reached behind you, placing the wine on the counter before walking slowly over to Emily, catching her eyes and holding them as you spoke. “I know you’re sorry, Em. I can see it and I believe it.” You made sure she was really looking at you before saying, “I forgive you.” 

Emily's breath hitched, as if she couldn’t believe you would actually forgive her. You brought your hand up, stroking the underside of her jaw. “But act like that again, Prentiss, and you won’t like the version of me you see.” 

You could feel more than hear the little chuckle Emily let out. “I understand. Princess treatment from here on out.” She paused, bringing her hand up, catching yours that was still stroking her jaw. “Can I kiss you now?” 

You tilted your head, your brows furrowing quizzically. “What happened to eating me?” 

Emily guffawed, her eyes lighting back up in challenge. You could see the moment the switch flipped within her and knew you were in for it. 

She put one hand low on your belly and slowly pushed you back into the counter behind you. She said nothing as she gripped the underside of your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter. 

You gasped at her easy show of strength and at the cold tile beneath you. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as Emily looked into your eyes, pushing your knees slowly apart before standing between them. 

As her hands painstakingly made their way up your delicious thighs, her thumbs rubbing slow, steady circles on your skin, she inched her face towards yours. As her hands reached the inside of your thighs, her thumbs brushing against the soft skin where your thighs and abdomen connect, Emily’s lips found yours in a heated kiss, the tension from the past few hours - few months - finally combusting between the two of you. 

Her hands circled around, grasping at your hips and then your ass, pulling you towards her, your dress riding up, almost exposing you. The friction from her between your legs was not nearly enough to do anything other than have you panting into Emily’s mouth as she ravished you. 

Emily’s lips trailed away from yours, ghosting down your jaw, sucking lightly on the skin of your throat before traveling to the exposed skin of your chest, teasing kisses against the edge of your dress. 

Her eyes glanced up at you, noting your dilated pupils, the flush spread across your cheeks, before smirking at you wickedly. “I’m ready for dessert, baby, are you?” 

You almost wanted to roll your eyes, but the incessant throbbing between your legs was beginning to be too much. “Fuck me, Emily.” 

You watched as Emily’s pupils got wider, darker, almost predatory. 

She moved without hesitation, pushing your dress up to your waist, shoving your knees further apart roughly. 

“No panties, baby? How naughty.” Her thumbs spread you further, your pussy fully on display. “Look at how wet you are for me. Practically dripping down your thighs.” 

“Please, Em-.” 

“I haven’t even really touched you yet and you’re already begging. How cute.” Emily wasted no more time, diving between your legs, dragging her tongue between your wet, silky folds, gathering your essence, her eyes closed as your taste erupted over her taste buds. “Fuck, you taste so good,” she moaned, attaching her mouth back to your pussy. 

Emily ate you out like she was starving, like you were her last meal. Her tongue never kept the same pace, building you up but switching before you even got close to the edge. 

Once your legs started shaking from the tension building in your lower stomach, Emily’s lips wrapped around your throbbing clit, skyrocketing your pleasure tenfold. As if she could tell you were close, she quickly thrust two fingers inside you, immediately curling them against the front wall of your cunt, zeroing in on the spot that made you grip her hair between your fingers, your hips rocking into her face as you tried to chase nirvana. 

A litany of curses tumbled from your lips, calling out to a god you didn’t even believe in. With your head tilted back, your straining neck exposed, your legs wrapped around Emily’s back as you held her against you, you could feel the coil inside tightening, ready to snap. 

With an exceptionally powerful thrust, the right twist of her fingers, and a well timed suck, your pleasure exploded, your hands tightening in Emily’s hair to an almost uncomfortable pain, a loud, stuttering moan falling from your lips. 

Emily continued to thrust into you, albeit more slowly, as you came down as if she was stroking something precious. As you brought your head up to look at her, she grinned salaciously at you, removing her fingers and licking them clean. 

As your breath caught in your throat at the sight, Emily dragged you off the counter, pressing up against you, kissing you with every feeling she’s been harboring for you for months. 

You moaned at the taste of yourself on her lips, winding your hands back in her hair as you tried to get the strength back in your legs. 

Pulling away from the kiss as you caught your breath, you smiled at Emily. “You owe me about…sixty more orgasms for how you treated me over the past six months, Em.” 

Emily smiled, kissed you quickly, before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the kitchen and to where she assumed your bedroom was. She looked back over her shoulder at you, winking, and said, “Whatever you say, princess.” 

[dreamonseems]

Erling being obsessed with reader's breasts please.

Behave

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Erling can't control his Urges while they are in public.

It's a little short but fun 🙈

⚠️ Warning: Smut!!!

Erling and Y/N were out for dinner with their friends, catching up on the latest happenings in their lives. But Erling just couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N's chest, her shirt hugging her curves in all the right places. His gaze kept drifting towards her breasts, and he couldn't help but notice the perky outline of her nipples through the fabric.

It was driving him crazy, making him want to reach out and touch her. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there, in the middle of the restaurant, but he knew he had to be patient.

He tried his best to control himself, focusing on the conversation at the table. But his arm instinctively snaked around her shoulder, his hand hovering mere inches away from her right breast.

He could feel the heat radiating from her body, making his desire for her even more intense. He couldn't resist the urge to lean in and take a closer look.

Just then, Y/N leaned in close to him, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "Behave, we're in public."

Erling huffed, feeling a mixture of frustration and arousal as she pulled away and resumed the conversation. Taking a deep breath, Erling tried to focus on the conversation once again. But the thought of Y/N's breasts kept creeping into his mind, and he couldn't wait to get her home so he could finally have his way with her.

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Erling and Y/N said their goodbyes to their friends and got into the car to head home. Erling couldn't resist the urge to touch Y/N's body. He immediately unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face her. Y/N looked annoyed as she questioned his actions.

But Erling was in a world of his own, focused only on Y/N's breasts. He reached out and squeezed them firmly, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin. A deep breath escaped his lips as he savored the sensation. "I've been wanting to do that all day," he admitted, his voice heavy with desire.

Y/N pushes him away, "Erling, what the hell? We were out with our friends!"

"I know, I know," he says, his voice low and husky. "But I couldn't help it. You looked so damn hot in that shirt, and I've been thinking about those nipples of yours all night."

Y/N rolls her eyes. "You're insatiable."

Erling grins. "You love it."

She shakes her head, trying to suppress a smile. "Fine, but we're still in public. You can't just grab my boobs like that."

Erling leans in, nuzzling her neck. "I know, I know. But I couldn't resist. Can't we just find somewhere quiet and... private?"

Y/N glances around, realizing that they're parked in a quiet area of the parking lot. "Okay, fine. But be quick about it. I don't want anyone to see us."

Erling grins, quickly unbuckling his own seat belt and leaning over to kiss her deeply. He reaches under her shirt, pulling up her bra to expose her breasts. Y/N gasps at the sudden coolness of the air on her nipples but quickly moans as Erling takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking it until it's hard and sensitive.

He switches to the other breast, his hand moving down to her jeans. Y/N arches her back, trying to get closer to him as he slips his hand into her panties, finding her already wet and ready for him.

"Erling," she whispers, as he pushes her back into the seat, unzipping his own pants and pulling out his hard cock.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, slipping inside her and starting to move slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside her. But soon, he's thrusting harder and faster, both of them moaning and gasping with pleasure.

Finally, they both climax together, Erling collapsing on top of her, his breath hot and heavy on her neck.

"That was... intense," Y/N says, trying to catch her breath.

Erling grins. "You have no idea."

[doyouloveme-really]

Am I the problem?

Part 5 I think? Smut. Ive read it over and over for mistakes but I can be quite illiterate under the influence, so don’t @ me. I also repeat a lot of words.. I should deffo invest in a thesaurus. Gonna love you and leave you now. Enjoy.

The dynamics between you and Rafe became increasingly complicated after that night in the kitchen. The secrecy and the thrill of sneaking around were intoxicating, yet the guilt and the confusion often left you feeling like you were walking a tightrope. You were afraid that one day your sister would find out and all hell would break loose. Rafe's behaviour didn’t help. It was a mix of blatant disregard and hidden intensity, depending on who was around.

Whenever your sister was present, Rafe acted as if you were invisible. He was the perfect boyfriend, attentive and charming, never giving a hint of the forbidden moments you shared. It was as if he could flip a switch, turning off any indication of his feelings for you. This facade was maddening, the distance between you growing wider in public while the private moments became even more intense.

But when your sister left the room or was otherwise occupied, Rafe's demeanor would shift. It was in those stolen moments that he revealed his true feelings, albeit in a way that was possessive and almost territorial. You could tell he longed for you by the way he would find ways to touch you, seemingly innocent gestures that carried a heavy weight of meaning. A hand brushing against yours as you passed him a drink, his fingers lingering a bit too long on your wrist, or a light touch on your back as he moved behind you.

One afternoon, you found yourself alone with Rafe in the living room while your sister was out running errands. Your mother was in the garden, engrossed in her work, leaving the two of you in a dangerous bubble of privacy. Rafe sat next to you on the couch, closer than he needed to be. The air was thick with unspoken tension, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you tried to focus on the television.

Out of nowhere, you felt his hand slip under the blanket that was draped over your lap. Your breath hitched as his fingers found their way to your thigh, his touch light but purposeful. He moved his hand higher, tracing slow circles on your inner thigh, his fingers inching closer to the heat between your legs. The sensation was electric, a slow build of pleasure that made you bite your lip to stifle a gasp.

Rafe's eyes flicked towards the door, ensuring no one was watching, before his fingers finally reached your center. He didn't waste any time, pressing his fingers against your clit through your panties, his touch firm and insistent. The pressure sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you had to fight to keep your breathing steady, your hands gripping the edge of the couch.

He leaned in, his lips close to your ear. "Quiet," he whispered, his voice a husky murmur. "We don't want anyone to hear, do we?"

“What are you doing? Are you crazy? What if so-“ He cuts off your desperate plea before you could finish.

“We won’t. Just focus on me yeah? You can do that for me. Can’t you?”

You shook your head, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. The forbidden nature of his touch, the risk of being caught, only heightened the intensity of the moment. Rafe's fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, his gaze fixed on your face, watching your reactions with a smug smile.

You could feel the pleasure building, a tight coil of heat in your stomach. Every stroke of his fingers sent another wave of sensation through you, making it harder to keep quiet. Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he leaned in again, his breath hot against your skin.

"Cum for me," he whispered, his voice laced with command. "And then, I want you to put your fingers in my mouth."

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you obeyed, slipping your hand into your panties. The feel of your slick folds under your fingers was almost too much, the combination of Rafe's touch and your own pushing you over the edge. You circled your clit in tandem with his movements, the sensation overwhelming.

As the orgasm washed over you, you bit down on your lip to stifle your moans, your body trembling with the intensity of it. Rafe's fingers didn't stop, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until you were panting, your body spent. When you finally pulled your hand away, Rafe caught your wrist, guiding your fingers to his mouth.

He held your gaze as he sucked your fingers clean, his eyes dark with something you couldn't quite name. It was a possessive act, a silent declaration that you were his, and the thrill of it made your heart race. The intimacy of the moment, combined with the lingering pleasure, left you breathless and reeling.

But as soon as the moment ended, the curtain dropped again. The sound of the front door opening signaled your sister's return, and Rafe pulled away, his expression instantly shifting to one of casual indifference. He leaned back, as if nothing had happened, leaving you to struggle with the aftershocks of what had just occurred.

Your sister walked in, none the wiser, chatting about her day as Rafe nodded along, his demeanor completely normal. It was as if a switch had flipped, and he was back to being the perfect, attentive boyfriend, leaving you feeling cold and confused. The sharp contrast between his private passion and public detachment was jarring, and it left you feeling more isolated than ever.

In the days that followed, the pattern continued. In public, Rafe was distant, barely acknowledging you beyond what was necessary. But in private, he was a different person—intense and utterly consuming. He would text you, calling you over when no one else was around, pulling you into hidden corners for stolen kisses and whispered promises. He would touch you with a hunger that ruined his cool exterior, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

Yet, every time he left, he would slip back into his role, leaving you wondering where you stood. The push and pull was exhausting, the emotional whiplash making it hard to think clearly. You knew this was wrong, knew you were playing with fire, but the moments of passion, the way Rafe made you feel, kept you coming back for more.

It was a dangerous game, one that you both seemed intent on playing, despite the risks. And as you continued to fall deeper into the rabbit hole, you couldn't help but wonder how long you could keep it up before everything came crashing down around you.

[imsohappy555]

Am I the problem?

Part 5

The dynamics between you and Rafe became increasingly complicated after that night in the kitchen. The secrecy and the thrill of sneaking around were intoxicating, yet the guilt and the confusion often left you feeling like you were walking a tightrope. You were afraid that one day your sister would find out and all hell would break loose. Rafe's behaviour didn’t help. It was a mix of blatant disregard and hidden intensity, depending on who was around.

Whenever your sister was present, Rafe acted as if you were invisible. He was the perfect boyfriend, attentive and charming, never giving a hint of the forbidden moments you shared. It was as if he could flip a switch, turning off any indication of his feelings for you. This facade was maddening, the distance between you growing wider in public while the private moments became even more intense.

But when your sister left the room or was otherwise occupied, Rafe's demeanor would shift. It was in those stolen moments that he revealed his true feelings, albeit in a way that was possessive and almost territorial. You could tell he longed for you by the way he would find ways to touch you, seemingly innocent gestures that carried a heavy weight of meaning. A hand brushing against yours as you passed him a drink, his fingers lingering a bit too long on your wrist, or a light touch on your back as he moved behind you.

One afternoon, you found yourself alone with Rafe in the living room while your sister was out running errands. Your mother was in the garden, engrossed in her work, leaving the two of you in a dangerous bubble of privacy. Rafe sat next to you on the couch, closer than he needed to be. The air was thick with unspoken tension, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you tried to focus on the television.

Out of nowhere, you felt his hand slip under the blanket that was draped over your lap. Your breath hitched as his fingers found their way to your thigh, his touch light but purposeful. He moved his hand higher, tracing slow circles on your inner thigh, his fingers inching closer to the heat between your legs. The sensation was electric, a slow build of pleasure that made you bite your lip to stifle a gasp.

Rafe's eyes flicked towards the door, ensuring no one was watching, before his fingers finally reached your center. He didn't waste any time, pressing his fingers against your clit through your panties, his touch firm and insistent. The pressure sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you had to fight to keep your breathing steady, your hands gripping the edge of the couch.

He leaned in, his lips close to your ear. "Quiet," he whispered, his voice a husky murmur. "We don't want anyone to hear, do we?"

“What are you doing? Are you crazy? What if so-“ He cuts off your desperate plea before you could finish.

“We won’t. Just focus on me yeah? You can do that for me. Can’t you?”

You shook your head, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. The forbidden nature of his touch, the risk of being caught, only heightened the intensity of the moment. Rafe's fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, his gaze fixed on your face, watching your reactions with a smug smile.

You could feel the pleasure building, a tight coil of heat in your stomach. Every stroke of his fingers sent another wave of sensation through you, making it harder to keep quiet. Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he leaned in again, his breath hot against your skin.

"Cum for me," he whispered, his voice laced with command. "And then, I want you to put your fingers in my mouth."

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you obeyed, slipping your hand into your panties. The feel of your slick folds under your fingers was almost too much, the combination of Rafe's touch and your own pushing you over the edge. You circled your clit in tandem with his movements, the sensation overwhelming.

As the orgasm washed over you, you bit down on your lip to stifle your moans, your body trembling with the intensity of it. Rafe's fingers didn't stop, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until you were panting, your body spent. When you finally pulled your hand away, Rafe caught your wrist, guiding your fingers to his mouth.

He held your gaze as he sucked your fingers clean, his eyes dark with something you couldn't quite name. It was a possessive act, a silent declaration that you were his, and the thrill of it made your heart race. The intimacy of the moment, combined with the lingering pleasure, left you breathless and reeling.

But as soon as the moment ended, the curtain dropped again. The sound of the front door opening signaled your sister's return, and Rafe pulled away, his expression instantly shifting to one of casual indifference. He leaned back, as if nothing had happened, leaving you to struggle with the aftershocks of what had just occurred.

Your sister walked in, none the wiser, chatting about her day as Rafe nodded along, his demeanor completely normal. It was as if a switch had flipped, and he was back to being the perfect, attentive boyfriend, leaving you feeling cold and confused. The sharp contrast between his private passion and public detachment was jarring, and it left you feeling more isolated than ever.

In the days that followed, the pattern continued. In public, Rafe was distant, barely acknowledging you beyond what was necessary. But in private, he was a different person—intense and utterly consuming. He would text you, calling you over when no one else was around, pulling you into hidden corners for stolen kisses and whispered promises. He would touch you with a hunger that ruined his cool exterior, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

Yet, every time he left, he would slip back into his role, leaving you wondering where you stood. The push and pull was exhausting, the emotional whiplash making it hard to think clearly. You knew this was wrong, knew you were playing with fire, but the moments of passion, the way Rafe made you feel, kept you coming back for more.

It was a dangerous game, one that you both seemed intent on playing, despite the risks. And as you continued to fall deeper into the rabbit hole, you couldn't help but wonder how long you could keep it up before everything came crashing down around you.

[catrinauthor]

En Pointe With The Devil Book 2, Ch 3

Maksim barely gave Augustus a moment to change before he was herding him out the door. Behind them, Stefan trudged along, his exhaustion evident in the long, drawn-out yawns that followed their every step.

Augustus’s untied shoelaces whipped around like jump ropes as they descended the worn stairs. He didn’t get a chance to fix them until they were rushing into the waiting car outside. Maksim slid into the back seat and pulled Augustus in beside him, while Stefan climbed into the passenger seat with a grunt. Augustus squinted at the driver—the spiky black hair seemed familiar, but the dim light made it impossible to be sure.

Sitting this close to Maksim, Augustus couldn’t ignore the red speckles across his shirt and neck. They were definitely blood, but not his. The realization sent a shiver through him, but Maksim seemed completely unfazed. His knee bounced with barely-contained energy, brushing against Augustus’s leg every few seconds. The heat radiating off him made Augustus shift uncomfortably, pressing himself against the door to create some semblance of space.

Up front, the driver and Stefan mumbled to each other in low tones, their conversation just out of reach. Maksim’s knee kept up its relentless jittering, an almost tangible reminder of his ever-present, restless intensity.

The car wove through the streets, the hum of the engine blending with the faint sounds of the city.

“Remember how I said those people from before took something of mine?” Maksim blurted suddenly, breaking the low hum of the car.

Augustus turned his head, startled, only to find Maksim’s intense gaze locked onto him. He felt pinned under it. The space he’d tried to create between them felt insignificant now, the car’s interior suffocatingly small.

He nodded hesitantly. Maksim had mentioned something about a stolen crate earlier, but the details were fuzzy amidst everything else that had happened.

“They brought it here to try and sell it,” Maksim continued, his tone shifting to something almost gleeful. “Thanks to you, I was able to find it before it went to auction. Well, not you per se…” He leaned closer, his grin widening. “…but your phone.”

Augustus blinked, confused. “My phone?”

“We used it to access their closed network,” Maksim explained, his voice practically vibrating with excitement. “Hacked into it before they could erase everything. So, in a way, part of this victory is thanks to you.” He chuckled, as if they were partners in crime.

Augustus didn’t share his enthusiasm. He couldn’t take his eyes off the blood splattered across Maksim’s neck. It was impossible to ignore now, each crimson dot glaring under the streetlights. His stomach churned, the pizza from earlier threatening an encore performance.

The car slowed, pulling up to a loading dock near the ocean. Shipping containers loomed like silent sentinels in the dim light. Warehouses with loading bays for trucks lined the coast in a concrete wall. As they stepped out, the salty tang of the sea hit Augustus’s nose, sharp and bracing.

Under the street lights, Augustus recognized the man with spiky black hair. He’d seen him before—at the French salsa club. Maksim had mentioned his name that night, but in the chaos that followed, Augustus couldn’t remember it. All he knew was that it started with a G.

The man with spiky hair gave Augustus a long, exaggerated eye roll as he climbed out of the car, punctuated with a sigh so deep it seemed to echo off the surrounding containers. Augustus hesitated, unsure what he had done to earn such disdain, but decided it was safer to stick close to Stefan as they followed Maksim toward a small warehouse.

Inside, Maksim flicked on a row of light switches, each one clunking loudly before the space was bathed in the harsh glow of flickering fluorescent lights. The illumination revealed a lone blue shipping container in the center of the room, its steel surface scuffed and weathered. Augustus’s stomach churned. Shipping containers like this only ever meant trouble in the movies—nothing good ever came out of them.

“Come on now,” Maksim called, his voice light but commanding.

Augustus’s feet felt glued to the floor. Every instinct screamed at him to stay put, but the impatient edge in Maksim’s tone made him step forward reluctantly. The man with spiky hair shook his head, his annoyance palpable, while Stefan remained his usual stoic self, watching everything with unreadable eyes.

Maksim grasped the container’s heavy latch and pulled. The sound of grinding metal filled the room as he swung the door open. A rush of cool air spilled out, fluttering Augustus's hair.

Once Augustus’s eyes adjusted he saw a tarp covering something in the center of the container. The round top and jutting edges of the tarp made an unmistakable silhouette. Augustus looked at Maksim who stared at the tarp with a smile before stepping into the container.

“Come.” He said, placing his hand on the small of his back leading him deeper into the dark. It was a person, it had to be. He could clearly see shoulders and a head. Oh my god, he thought, did Maksim participate human trafficking too?

Maksim began to take off the tarp and Augustus closed his eyes.

“What do you think?” Maksim asked expectantly.

He needed to open his eyes. He had to open his eyes, A thousand different things passed through his mind of what he would see. He peaked through his lashes and blinked in surprise.

A statue stood on a platform. Not just any statue, one that Augustus knew well.

A young girl cast in bronze stood frozen in time, her hands clasped neatly behind her back as she gazed toward the heavens. A tutu of tattered, weathered fabric rested just above her thighs, her legs positioned in a perfect fourth. The slippers adorning her feet caught the dim light, their metallic sheen almost luminous. A fraying ribbon secured her braided hair, accentuating the intricate craftsmanship of her form.

Augustus recognized her instantly. He had seen The Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer by Edgar Degas countless times with his mother at the MET. But here, surrounded by cold steel walls and the faint hum of the shipping container, she looked entirely out of place. The gallery’s grandeur and warmth had been replaced by stark, industrial bleakness.

His body seemed to move on its own, drawn to the statue. Maksim’s eyes followed him, brimming with gleeful anticipation. Augustus took hesitant steps closer, drinking in the details he had never noticed before, hidden behind thick museum glass. The delicate buttons trailing down her blouse. The intricate trim at the hem.

“Is it real?” Augustus asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course it is,” Maksim replied, a proud smirk curling his lips. “I knew you would like it.”

“How…?” Augustus struggled to form the question. Did Maksim rob the MET?

Maksim chuckled, sensing his unease. “Do you think everything you see in a museum is real? There’s a vast market for the real thing, just as there is for the fakes. Many of the treasures you admire behind velvet ropes are extraordinarily good counterfeits. You’d be amazed how many Picassos and Monets people line up to see are actually decorating some billionaire’s guest bathroom.”

Augustus stood there, slack-jawed, trying to process what he had just heard. Maksim sidled up beside him, his gaze fixed on the statue. Augustus watched the way his pale blue eyes roamed over the details, his intensity softened.

This is what Maksim was willing to kill for? What made him so angry he stopped all of his work to find it? Augustus thought, baffled.

The sight of the statue only deepened the enigma of who Maksim was and what he truly wanted.

“You have barely said a word in days, I was starting to worry you had gone mute.” Maksim quipped.

“I…don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t know what to say or you are too scared to say it?”

Tus pressed his lips together.

“If this is about what happened in Romania, you shouldn’t linger on them. Those people were not good people, some of the worst actually. You should have seen what we found in there.”

Talk about pot calling the kettle black.

“And you are…different?” Augustus asked.

Maksim hummed, his eyes still lingering on the statue. He held his hands behind his back, his posture relaxed.

“You are now one of my employees, one of my people. Well, we still need to sign the contract but I consider verbal agreements an agreement.”

Augustus wondered if agreements under duress would still be valid, but he chose not to bring it up. It wasn’t like he was going to be going to court anytime soon.

“You are free to say and ask whatever you want. I don’t believe in punishing my own for speaking, even if I don’t agree with it.”

So there was a code of ethics buried in him, Augustus thought.

Maksim continued, “There is nothing I can say that will make you trust me instantly. I am not that dense. Still, I hope in time you will find that I am…different.”

Augustus looked up at Maksim, his profile barely visible but still razor sharp. “So I can ask and say anything…and you wont kill me?”

Maksim eyebrows shot up and he locked eyes with him “Kill you? Of course not, I told you I wasn’t going to kill you. When I was suspicious of you before I was ready to do what I needed to do to keep my people safe, even then I didn’t really 'want' to kill you. But you are clear now.” Maksim shook his head and tsked, “Is that what you’ve been worried about all this time? Why you won't speak?”

Tus just stared at him in a mix of horror and admiration of his audacity. What did he mean ‘is that what he's been worried about?’ Like there could be something else? Makism was the ricepaper veil between life and death for him. Who was to say he wouldn’t let his boss finish the job if Augustus pissed him off?

“Bozhe moi,” Maksim murmured. He stepped closer, his scuffed leather shoes tapping softly against the metal walls of the cargo container, the sound echoing in the stillness. His expression softened as he reached out, placing a hand on Augustus’s shoulder. His thumb brushed the fabric of Augustus’s shirt..

“Daragoi,” Maksim said gently, his voice low and soothing. “I’m not going to kill you. You could tell me to fuck off, jump off a bridge, eat shit—anything you like. I told you before, you need to stick up for yourself more.”

Maksim paused, his lips curving in a faint smile. “Even Stefan curses me out every time I call him for a job. He has me saved in his phone as ‘Fuck Face.’”

Maksim’s face had the same expression as when they had dinner together in Romania, before Tus knew everything he knew now. The easy-going smile that made his dimples pucker just a smidge. They’d talked for hours that night. Tus hadn’t expected to enjoy it as much as he did, but their conversation flowed effortlessly. It had been years since he’d felt so at ease talking to someone new. Later, he’d even looked up the songs Maksim had recommended, listening to them on repeat and obsessively searching for the lyrics until he fell asleep.

“Just tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” Maksim said softly, his voice dipping into a tone so gentle it was almost a plea.

Tus blinked, the question throwing him. What was going on in his head?

He thought for a moment, eyes bouncing between the statue and Maksim. The list of things he wanted to say could fill a novel—pages upon pages of encrypted thoughts and half-formed questions he didn’t have the key to unlock. The past week had been a blur of chaos and violence, filled with things he wasn’t sure he could ever come back from or even begin to process.

But deep down, in a place he barely acknowledged, he knew in Maksim’s own twisted, fucked-up way, he was trying to help him.

He was rude, intrusive, conniving, blunt, weird, violent, self-absorbed, and arrogant.

And yet, somehow, against all reason and sanity, it almost seemed like Maksim cared about him.

It was like he was cleared for takeoff. Augustus took a deep breath, filling his lungs to capacity from the top to the bottom. Maksim watched and waited with anticipation.

Without thinking Tus let out the most primal, guttural scream he had ever released in his life. It made every word he had ever spoken feel like a whisper and came from so deep in his chest he thought his lungs turned inside out.

“WHAAAT THE FUUUUCK?!?!”

His scream filled the container from corner to corner and echoed so violently Maksim’s hands flew to cover his ears.

“Are you o-”

“FUUUUUCK!!!!”

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I don’t remember what episode Sarah Alder showed up in Tally’s bedroom like that was a normal thing to do but I started writing this all the way back then and never finished. So if the latter half sucks that’s cause I made myself finish it just to get it out of my notes app.

I Came For You

She opened her door into her dimly lit room. Just one lamp shining a low, warm orange glow against the wall. She hadn’t realized how much stress she had been holding onto when it came to Raelle until she saw her face and took the first deep breath she’d taken in a long while.

It was the exhaustion that made her miss the shadow in the room at first. But as she blinked, hand rising to the light switch, she saw the outline of a figure against the window. Her heart jumped in fear at first until she recognized it. They had been linked once after all.

She flicked the switch and the lights illuminated the dreary room. She stared at the woman, meeting dark eyes and her heart beat hard in her chest as if it was trying to get out, to find its way to where it belonged.

She was taken aback, surprised. She hadn’t thought she would see Alder so soon and the burst of serotonin made her almost woozy. She swallowed past the growing lump in her throat, refusing to let any of it show. She pressed her lips thin. “Well, you really know how to make an entrance.

She shut the door behind her. “Are you here ‘cause Rae’s back?”

“I came for you.”

Her breath hitched in her chest under the intense scrutiny. There was a dark fire burning in those eyes.

Alder stepped closer.

Water welled in Tally’s eyes, and she put a hand out, pointer finger up to stop Alder from moving any closer. “No. No, you don’t get to do this.”

“Tally…”

“No, you made me feel crazy.”

“That wasn’t my intention.” Alder hadn’t taken Tally’s gesture to heart. Her hand reach out, entwining with Tally’s, as she stepped into her space, brushing a piece of her hair, that had fallen in the three witches reuniting, behind her ear. “You’re not crazy.”

Tally couldn’t help but lean into the touch as Alder rested her hand against her cheek, long fingers brushing against her skin. “There is just… so much to do. And we don’t have much time.”

She sucked her teeth between her cheeks and diverted her eyes from those that seemed to look deep within her. “So, let me guess. You need my help to find another piece of the First Song.”

She tried to step around Alder but the woman grabbed her wrist so she couldn’t completely escaped.

The air felt hot.

She stared straight ahead at the window. She wasn’t sure she would be in control of herself if she looked anywhere else.

“Tally.”

“Don’t.” She turned around in a huff, stripping off her sweater and throwing it on the ground.

“Listen to me.” Tally glanced up. Sara pressed her finger under her chin, lifting it up even further. “I came here for you. Not for the first song. For you.”

Tally’s eyes glanced to Sara’s lips and saw the slight upturn, almost mocking as if Sara knew that she’d melt immediately.

Sara stepped forward which was an almost impossible feat seeing as they were already chest to chest. Tally stumbled backward, back hitting the chest of drawers behind her.

Sara’s eyes raked down her body. Tally gulped, eyes wide, full of disbelief that any of this was happening at all. “You came here for… this?”

Tally gasped. Sara’s hot breath ghosted across her neck as her lips trailed down Tally’s neck, leaving wet marks all the way to her collarbone. “Hmmmm. You are a prophetess, after all.”

Tally shivered. Sara’s lips spread into a smile against her skin.

Tally’s hands white knuckle gripped the wood behind her. Sara’s hands at her waist were firmly pinning her in place.

Sara pulled back enough for eye contact, dark eyes reaching Tally’s. “Unless I misread -“

“No,” Tally responded quickly, grabbing at the leather of her long coat. “No, you didn’t.”

“Then what happens next?” Sara said with a searing gaze and a titled smile that sent heat surging up from Tally’s core.

“I don’t need my Sight to answer that.” Tally surged forward, up on her tiptoes, and crashed into the feeling she had been striving to find ever since she was cut from the Biddies.

Sara wasn’t soft. She was hard edges, and rough touches. Her teeth bit into Tally’s skin, sending shivers down her spine.

The back of Tally’s knees hit the edge of the bed and she fell. Sarah dropped her long coat to the ground. “Tally Craven…”

There was no point in pretending that hearing General Alder call her by her full name didn’t affect her beyond propriety. It always had and she had always swallowed her reaction. This time she didn’t need to. She bit her lip, letting her legs part slightly, looking up into Sarah’s face, beckoning.

Sarah’s arms were twisted behind her back. Tally could hear the zipper being pulled. Tally leaned forward, reaching down to the edges of her t-shirt, and with her tongue licking at her lips, pulled it up and over her head. Sarah’s intake of breath was more of hiss than anything else as Tally revealed her bare chest.

“You are my ending.”

Sarah made a sound in the back of her throat and the lock on the bedroom door clicked shut. It hadn’t even occurred to Tally - she was completely swept into Sarah’s orbit. It was an issue she had whenever Alder was present. Everything else faded away.

Sarah dropped her dress to the ground. Tally didn’t know what she had been expecting. Black. Lace. Something along those lines. But Sarah’s underwear and bra were the same gray, taupe of her outerwear. There was nothing skimpy about it but as her eyes dragged up Sarah’s body, the only word that came to her mind was “sexy.”

Sarah stepped out of the dress toward the bed, bending, her hands sinking into the mattress on either side of Tally, bringing their faces within inches of one another.

“Do you want this?” Her emphasis on the “you” was impossible to miss. They had once been connected, mind and body, Tally used to strengthen Sarah. After she had left the Biddies, Tally had wondered herself if her feelings were a lasting effect of that or something more. There was still a part of her that wished to have that back, that closeness. But this was something different entirely. Her entire body buzzed with anticipation. Heat coiled in her belly and the wet warmth between her legs was impossible to ignore. None of that was part of being a Biddie. Tally had fallen in too deep with Alder in a multitude of ways.

“Please.”

Sarah’s head dropped and Tally’s fell back as goosebumps erupted on her skin under Sarah’s wet lips as she left open mouthed kisses across her chest. She kissed over the swell of Tally’s breast, tongue flicking against a nipple. Tally gasped as she pulled it between her teeth, gently biting it.

Her head snapped forward and she caught Sarah’s devious eyes, looking up at her from her ministrations. She kept the eye contact as she moved down, over Tally’s trembling and twitching stomach - she couldn’t tell if it was nerves, anticipation, or a bit of both.

Sarah’s tongue licked up the inside of Tally’s thigh, and she couldn’t suppress the giggle that escaped her mouth. She was ticklish and apparently the arousal wasn’t enough to overcome that.

“Hmmmm.” Was Sarah’s only response. Teeth nipped lightly at her skin and her fingers clenched, twisting the comforter between them.

“Tally, careful.” The vibration of her lips against Tally’s clit did nothing to help matters. She had never thought about it, her voice as her magic, what would happen if she used it unconsciously. But she did feel as if there was a liquid under her nails and look down to see a shiny silver stream of light flowing from her fingers.

The calmness in Sarah’s eyes didn’t seem to call impending doom, so she wasn’t concerned enough not to focus on where Sarah’s tongue currently was. A breathy, low, “fuck,” escaped her lips. This was nothing like Beltane.

Nothing against Gerit but that had been purely lust built by the atmosphere they had been engulfed in. Besides, remembering Beltane, she couldn’t help but remember Sarah with her hair down, her tight corset, her bare shoulders. Tally laughed, hand clamping quickly over her mouth.

Sarah’s ministrations paused. “Are you alright?”

She caught her breath, stomach twitching from laugher. “I’m sorry.”

“About?”

“Thinking about how sexy you looked at Beltane when you’re right here in front of me.”

Sarah smiled and wiped Tally’s slick from the corner of her mouth. “I remember your excitement from that day. How does it hold up?”

“It doesn’t.” And in a rare fit of daring, Tally reach out to press Sarah’s head back down.

She gasped loudly, breath sucking into her lungs. Everything was always ruined.

“Tally?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Arms snaked across her body, between sheet and bare skin. Lips dragged up her shoulder the back of her neck. Hot breath whisked against her skin. “Tally.”

“I — I can’t help you.”

“With the First song? You’re the only one who can help me, Tally.”

“Something is coming… with Raelle.”

Fingers pressed against her cheek, turning her face. In the darkness it was hard to see Sarah’s features. Her dark eyes disappearing in the night. There was a moment in which she was surprised Sarah was there at all; as if the night had been a dream. And then her shallow breaths caught up to her and she gasped again.

Sarah’s thumb stroked her cheeks. “What did you See?”

The vision had been enmeshed in a dream. It was hard to parse details. “A Witchbomb. The end of the world.”

She ran her hands through her hair, getting caught in tangles. Sarah took her hand and squeezed it in her own, kissing her knuckles.

Tally was frantic in Sarah’s calm. “I need to stop it.”

“We shall.” Sarah said, her voice a mix of what Tally had come to know. Alder now softened by being in bed. “I came for you for more than one reason, Tally Craven.”

“Oh.” Her heart dropped even lower in her chest. Her fear of what was to come mixing with what now seemed trivial. But it didn’t stop an emptiness from beginning to grow between her ribs and her heart.

“Neither more important than the other.”

Tally scoffed, for some reason becoming aware that she wore nothing. She could make out the hint of Sarah’s smile in the dark. What hurt the most was the it wasn’t hiding anything. They both knew that statement to be false, but the sentiment was understood.

“This really was real then.”

“You are the beginning and you are my end.”

The shift wasn’t lost on Tally. There was something of a sadness in the words, different from the night before. Tally wondered how much she could actually See, and what Sarah Alder already knew.

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Watched NCT Dream Stay away from the Blanket (Ep 1) (Ep 2)

This is part 1

Ep 1

I don't know anything about this except that this is the thing Dream was filming where Renjun fell asleep and the Dreamies were arguing about whether to wake him up to say a few words to the camera lol.

Aw this is cute, is it supposed to be cottage sleepover themed?

Sort of, I guess

Dream being chatty will always be adorable. They just kept having their own conversations while going upstairs.

Hello Jaemren >3

Herding cats

Mark: Let's play jenga Chenle: I don't want to play jenga Well okay XD

Renjun: I'm so good at halli galli, I'll beat you all, and then I'll treat you to snow crabs Dreamies: I don't actually like snow crabs that much Mark: Actually, that sounds nice <3

While the guys were talking about halli galli, Jisung said that Renjun's hat was cute <3

Renjun: Mark is our baby

Renjun: Your back is facing the camera Mark: This is more important

There are so many production people T_T

Suddenly the turntables, everyone is voting for Mark to win now lol.

They have to take off their friendship rings for this so you know how intense the competition is

Jisung laughing at Mark getting the rules wrong XD

Things heating up *screaming Chenle sounds*

Having watched them play...I don't know that Renjun is that good at this game either XD If you have to argue every play, I think that's a bit sus.

LMFAO Jisung calling Mark pathetic when he was arguing the rules again XD Why is this the most infuriating game ever

Jeno in the corner disassembling and reassembling a Rubik's cube

Haechan: I can't play scary games like jenga

Nooo I hate this lol

During Renjun's turn, the upright blocks fell and he was like "that doesn't count" and Haechan was like "...this dude just making up his own rules."

Renjun lost in the end anyway because he tried to take out two blocks together

Mark telling Chenle to play the frog egg game and Chenle being like "nooo I'll get way too into it). I think this game is a bit like hungry hungry hippos.

The way Haechan hyped up the game XD

Haechan: How determined are you to win this game? Jaemin: Do you see how I'm sitting right now??? (squat)

Mark: *False start* Jaemin: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT NOW WE HAVE TO TAKE THE BEADS ALL OUT Mark: But that was a real start Dreamies: *Pressing like mad*

Jaemin ended up winning XD The one guy who's never competitive about anything lmao.

Renjun roping Jeno into singing with him and Jisung playing with the microphone

Just one game on the Switch before Mark and Chenle have to go cook

Apparently Mark kept pressing back

Ok this made me laugh XD Jaemin just went "BLEHHHHH"

Renjun is getting into the mood on his own while Jeno is his little helper lol

Jisung getting into it outside

Jeno is hyping him up but also correcting his lyrics lmfao

Lol this is so cute. Renjun's just getting hype alone while he drags Jeno and Jisung along with him and Jaemin's just there being dead and intermittently screaming

I think Mark, Haechan, and Chenle are playing bowling on the Switch

Nosedive by Dynamic Duo by Jeno and Renjun

Jisung radio dj roleplay

Jisung joins karaoke room as hypeman and Jaemin as spectator

Switch bowling could have been more interesting if we could actually see them bowl but I'm thinking there are some copyright concerns which is why we can't see the screen

Rapper Renjun debut

Jaemin going downstairs to spy on the stew, only to find Mark and Chenle playing on the Switch

On this day, Jaemin was good at every game lol

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"i don't know anymore..." for john/sabrina?

Prompt from this post.

"Deputy.", John called out after Sabrina, but she ignored it, making haste for the dock. The fact she couldn't hear his footsteps behind her as she navigated the path with only the moon to guide her gave her hope that he wasn't following her. She refused to take part in another one of his games, feeling over the constant push and pull and not knowing when he would end up slipping back into avoiding her. After running into him again that night, she couldn't help but think that putting distance between them before anything happened would be a good call. She finally reached the dock, the chill in the air seeping into her long-sleeved shirt as she sat down, letting her eyes drift down towards the calm waters below. She knew what the river symbolized to him and she couldn't help but admit she felt a strange sense of tranquility when she was there, too. Though their reasoning for it, no doubt differed. The moment of falsely believing he wouldn't go after her was short-lived as the creaking of his footsteps against the old wooden boards of the dock sounded behind her. "I knew I would find you here.", was all he said before he sat down next to her, mirroring her pose.

Sabrina let out a sigh, avoiding looking at him as she said, "You should have stayed back there. Make things easier." "I can't help it, Sabrina.", he muttered as he engulfed her hand in his and bought it over to rest on his leg. Her focus remained on the scenery in front of her while she tried to ignore the heat that radiated from his skin and the simple touch that had the power to unravel her. "Why did you practically run off?", he inquired and began making circles against her palm with his index finger. Sabrina shrugged, "I know how this whole thing ends, just sparing myself the trouble." At her answer, he switched his position, so he was facing her and from the corner of her eye, she could see his intense gaze pointed her way. "I know what you're trying to do, John, so just stop it." "What am I doing?", John whispered before he raised her hand to his lips. Their descent over her skin sent a shiver up her spine. "Playing with me. Though, I have no idea what your end goal is." "It's not a game, Sabrina.", came out as a response that did nothing but to frustrate her further. "Then what are we? Tell me that.", she pushed for a resolution while sneaking a quick look at him. "I-", he paused, took a deep breath before blurting out, "I don't know anymore… I thought I had it figured out." "Figured what out?" "Why I was keeping you around, but turns out the answer isn't that simple after all.", his tone grew low, "Are you going to look at me anytime soon?" "Fine.", she muttered and reluctantly turned to face him, their knees basically touching in their cross-legged positions. Sabrina tried to free hand, but he refused to release it from his grasp. John shook his head, "I just want to hold you. Stop fighting with me for once." "Never." "I wouldn't expect anything else.", he said, and a cryptic smile appeared on his face as he pulled her towards him and onto his lap. "There, that's better.", he muttered as his arms wrapped around her. She hated how she loved the smug expression on his face and the promise his blue gaze held. "Now what?", she asked sarcastically, refusing to give in that easily, and before she could roll her eyes for good measure, his hand cupped her cheek as his lips met hers. The kiss was nothing but a way to tease her before his mouth traced a path to her ear, and he whispered, "You know what's next, Sabrina. Just choose if you're going to walk back to the ranch with me or force me to carry you."

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OKAY so on the topic of Star Wars takes wrt “character ends up in an A/B/O universe where they’re an omega, but they were previously a cis male in their canon”

@atagotiak and I had some Thoughts on discord

So, obviously, Anakin would make a good omega and he’s also incredibly murdery. Foregone conclusion that we're using him for this.

There is no preexisting Anakin in the Omegaverse. He shows up JUST as the war is starting. Canon timeline is in the third year of the war (he’s 22), but whatever dumped him into omegaverse also tossed him back a few years. No de-aging, just a bit of mismatched timeline stuff.

He's... really good at war, and clearly a Jedi, so the Temple just kind of goes "WELL OKAY THEN, SURE, YOU'RE IN, EVERYONE PRETEND HE'S BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME." The Jedi, by and large, don't care about omegaverse dynamics beyond 'what do you need, medically, to be happy and healthy' and 'what do you need to be aware of so you can be prepared for biases you encounter in the field?’

None of the civilian natborns (mainly politicians) want to put him on the field because of those biases. Anakin, being Anakin, is VERY blatantly an omega in scent, has never been on suppressants (because it wasn't a thing he fucking NEEDED), is incredibly emotional as a person, loves kids, etc.

Like, nobody wants an omega fighting a war anyway, but THIS one is like PINNACLE omega, and those awful Jedi are making him FIGHT just because he's good at stab!

The Jedi: Actually, it's because he's got several years of war experience that we don't, and he's a good tactician that works well with the clones-- Coruscant: You MONSTERS The Jedi: Look, we gave him the option to not stab and he looked absolutely devastated. Anakin, several days earlier: You don’t want me? I’m not good enough??? Jedi: Also he can beat up at least half the temple.

He doesn't know a damn thing about dynamics, but he DOES know that sometimes he's so horny he wants to stab HARDER. The clones are largely disinterested in their generals' dynamics because between mostly-Mando* trainers and no-dynamic Kaminoans, they only really care if a person can shoot.

* Mandalore approves of Fighty Omegas. As far as (traditional) Mandalore is concerned, you want an omega that will kill the threats to your children as well as you do.

Anakin: You know more about being an omega than I do. Rex: ...I'm an alpha. Anakin: Yeah. Let that one sink in a bit.

We have two options for Obi-Wan!

Omegaverse local Obi-Wan (beta) has never met this man before, and is very unnerved that the immediate default reaction Anakin has to his presence is releasing Family pheromones as if Obi-Wan is his DAD and like. This strange, too-tall man from another dimension has got absolutely NO control over what he projects in the Force OR in his dynamic.

Obi-Wan was ALSO transplanted from canon to omegaverse, and is also an omega, for contrast reasons. He is nice and friendly and and likes poetry and that sort of thing... but also he has the highest dismemberment count in the movies. Also he doesn’t prioritize romance.

We went with the second one because it's hilarious.

Someone watching them spar: Wow, omegas from that universe are terrifying.

As previously mentioned, now with some tweaking to account for both: Obi-Wan and Anakin just straight up don't exist until they drop headfirst into the council room, already covered in blood. (It's mostly not theirs.)

Nobody realizes either one is an omega until they "naturalize" to this dimension and Anakin goes into heat... and doesn't realize it, actually, because his primary symptom is heightened protectiveness and aggression. Everyone else with the right nose realizes, because the man has no control over his pheromone production, but Anakin? No. He just stabs. He’s angry and horny and he will cut someone.

Ahsoka has no reaction to human pheromones but basically everyone smells Anakin's "my child!" reaction to her, so... Cool. Have a padawan, we guess.

Anakin ends up sparring a lot with Aayla and Ahsoka, because only humans and near humans have dynamics, so these two don't REACT to the pheromones situation.

(Palpatine is a Kindly Old Beta who tries to treat Anakin the way he EXPECTS Anakin wants to be treated, which is. Not. Accurate.)

(Anakin hates it.)

I'm just so in love with "An omega can't fight." "You wanna fuckin' bet?"

There are plenty of omega Jedi, by the way, it's just... most of them can keep it relatively low-key instead of Anakin's jet-engine broadcast. Some, if they're known to be omega, probably take advantage of being underestimated, like Obi-Wan probably (and especially a version of Obi-Wan that was always an omega, unlike this version). They have a very different way of presenting themselves than Anakin, who's not subtle about being an omega and also not subtle about being all aggressive and stabby.

At one point, Anakin has to protect some Very Traditional Individuals who get all "Stay back, Omega, it's not safe!" and he's just... so tired of this shit. “You are squishy civilians and I'm a trained Jedi Knight and accomplished GAR General who's killed more people in one sitting than there are in this entire palace. Sit the fuck down and let me do my job.”

It starts making the rounds that Anakin insisted on fighting in person, and the rumors shift from "how dare the Jedi force an omega to fight" and over into things that are deeply hurtful in-universe in the vein of "broken omega" and some people try to say it to his face but like...

He didn't grow up here.

He doesn't care.

Say that to one of his friends and he's going to rip out your spleen, probably, but say it to him and he's just staring at you flatly and asking if that's a negative on getting away from the encroaching battle droids, sir?

"You're rather unpleasant for an omega, aren't you?" [deeply offensive] "I literally could not give less of a fuck about your opinion. Move."

It's not that there aren't omegas that act like Anakin, either, it's just that most of them aren't, you know, Jedi who regularly interact with the upper crust, or capable of his level of destruction. Unbeknownst to Anakin, everyone clocks him as Outer Rim based on his behavior, well before his accent gives him away, and certainly before he mentions he's from Tatooine, because Core Omegas Don't Act Like That.

Someone they meet in a more diplomatic setting says something decently passive-aggressive about how at least Obi-Wan acts more like how an Omega should. Then a battle breaks out for some reason, and... well. Anakin and Obi-Wan cause such a scandal by keeping score of kills in a battle, don’t you know?

Turns out sending Anakin to fight Ventress is great because she keeps expecting him to react a certain way but NO he's here to STAB.

I like the idea that Obi-Wan's favorite opponent these days is Grievous because the cyborg doesn't have a nose, and thus gives zero fucks about dynamics or heats. Dooku is a rich old man who has opinions heavily influenced by Sith Juice Making Him More of a Dick, and the Dathomiri can smell dynamics even if they don't have them, and so they have biases about those things. Meanwhile, Grievous is just there to Kill, and Obi-Wan genuinely appreciates the lack of commentary on his dynamic.

Dooku’s probably an alpha, or a beta who's used the whole "we are more level-headed" thing as one of several angles to keep himself the public face and supreme commander of the CIS.

On to more fluffy things that have less to do with political biases.

There's a lot of "I'm upset that my loved ones don't know me," but also please understand the appeal of Obi-Wan marching up to Quinlan like "Yes, hello, I understand you've been read in on the full situation behind myself and my former padawan. I was close friends with your alternate universe self, which I feel is necessary disclosure before I propose the following: Would you like to join me for my upcoming heat, as I have minimal experience with the dynamics situation and even fewer people I actually trust, and I believe I can put my faith in you to treat it as casually as necessary while still having control and respect for my person."

(The Team is in a fairly safe place to process stuff, but having sudden unexpected changes to your biology has gotta be a little traumatizing, on top of ending up in a universe where none of your friends know you and people have a whole host of unfamiliar forms of sexism to point at you.)

Obi-Wan, who wasn't quite touch-averse but was much more easily overwhelmed by physical contact than Anakin (who craved it), suddenly finds his body switching gears and insisting on cuddles with Trusted Loved Ones, which is.... mostly Anakin, on account of nobody else really knowing him yet. Also Ahsoka, who is aware that she's something of a replacement for her alt-universe self, but Anakin explained it as "I love you so much no matter which dimension I'm in or what you're like, and I'd like to get to know you the way I got know her."

(It's rather eloquent for Anakin. He got Obi-Wan to help him draft up the script for when he pitched taking on omegaverse Ahsoka as a padawan.)

Anakin gets a more intensely sexual heat than 'usual' at one point for Reasons (IDK it could be as innocuous as 'we got better food than the usual rations and my body is reacting to the higher fat content with the belief that it's safer to have a baby now'), which nobody takes a whole lot of notice of because they're in a WAR, and also this is only his fourth one so it's not like he's got a lot to compare it to... except then the predominantly alpha clones can't stop themselves from reacting to the pheromones, mostly by wandering past his door and asking if he needs anything, offering up alpha-scented blankets and stuff for the nest to soothe the hormones, bringing snacks and electrolyte drinks, and like, Anakin is flattered, really, but fuck off please.

(He got a warning from medical a few hours before it hit that it would be different, so he actually does have alpha-scented fabrics to help him out. Apparently that's a thing you can just ask friends for, so he asked Rex if he had anything on hand that he could spare. He now has one of Rex’s recently-used sheets and a bodyglove in the nest.)

(Anakin has no idea how to feel about the nesting instinct, but at least it’s warm.)

Tia asked "Oh hey, who has the scared and horny reaction to his carnage?" and like.

Listen. I'm not saying I've been low-key imagining this as Rex being a very subby alpha who's really into Anakin's whole Thing but...

At one point Anakin gets injured in a way that requires painkillers and he ends up whining to the point of almost crying about the fact that nobody is cuddling him right now in medbay and Kix just gives up and comms Ahsoka to come hug her weird older brother.

And Then There Is Purring.

That’s a Thing Now.

Rex ends up in the pile somehow. He came over to check on Things and ended up yanked in by half-asleep, half-high Anakin, who has a grip like an octopus and no impulse control and is purring like a pod motor while NUZZLING HIM.

There’s a lot of blackmail photos featuring Rex’s very intense blush as he’s cuddled by his commander (giggling at him) and general (clinging like a tooka and rubbing himself all over).

Anakin is deeply offended that ANYONE thinks he'd want to get pregnant by just any old person, NO he needs to fall in LOVE there needs to be EMOTIONAL DRAMA and if Padme won't have him (apparently she's in a relationship and no he's not BITTER) then he'll find someone else to have a whirlwind romance with!

People think Anakin's a slut because he can't control his pheromone production (he has NO practice and for health reasons he can't go on suppressants) so he always smells open and ready for flirtations, which Obi-Wan also has to a somewhat lesser degree (he's older so his body just naturally produces less), and then someone tries to cross a boundary and grabs his ass and ANYWAY Anakin has to now fill out an incident report for breaking a civilian's arm.

Again.

[adoringhaikyuu]

you’re horny on your period 

characters: aone + atsumu + kageyama + kenma + (gn!reader) 

request: hey babes, can i request hq boys (of ur choice, but with tsumu on it pls) with a fem s/o whos on her period and very horny? lol, if ur uncomfortable with it i'll totally understand • by anonymous

warnings: horny tings, suggestive tings, period sex mentions but nothing actually happens <3

notes: everyone is 18+ in this !! the reader has their period obviously but there are no pronouns used so technically it’s gn :) i actually rly like this one!

aone 

you tried to get over it, but it was no use

it’d been an hour and you were still needy, an unsatisfied ache in the pit of your stomach and between your legs, not just because of your cramps

you were debating telling aone because you didn’t to bother him and period sex could be messy and some might even say gross

but of course, like the observant boyfriend he is, he noticed something was bothering you

aone walked into your bedroom, immediately sensing your discomfort. he stopped in front of the bed where you were sitting. his voice was gentle, despite his serious exterior but you could tell he was worried. “cramps?” 

you paused, deciding to speak before you changed your mind. “yeah, but that’s not really what’s bothering me...” 

he raised his brows, silently asking you to explain so he could help you.

“i...” you rubbed your thighs together, shuffling on the bed nervously as you focused your eyes on the sheets rather than his curious eyes. “i’m just feeling kind of needy?”

he stayed standing, “oh...would you like me to help?”

“yes–no?” you looked up to see him tilting his head at you, confused. “i just know some people find it gross and it can be messy, you know? don’t wanna be a bother.” 

“your issue is the mess?” 

you nodded and he hummed before leaving without another word. you sunk down a bit. you were fully prepared for it to go either way, but the rejection still kinda hurt a bit. you were about to go to the shower to take care of yourself when aone came back into the room, a towel and wipes in his hand. 

you looked up at him shocked, “what––”

he put the towel down and set the wipes aside, “for the mess.”

you immediately got up and pulled him in for a kiss, making his eyes widen slightly before he gave in, holding you by the waist. you mumbled against his lips, “i love you so much.” when you pulled away, you noticed the light blush and subtle smile on his face.

he licked his lips. “i love you too.” 

atsumu

normally when you were on your period, you wouldn’t let tsumu touch you tbh

period sex was a hassle

and normally you could control yourself or just take care of yourself on your own time in the shower or while he was out

but today for some reason, you needed him 

well you knew the reason actually––

as soon as atsumu came home, drenched in sweat from the gym, his grey tank top practically glued to his torso. you could see his neck shining and even his hair was wet, which you saw once he took off his cap. 

he set things down and immediately ran over to you on the couch to give you a quick kiss. “hey babe,” he grinned and stood up straight, stretching his arms behind his head, which wasn’t helping you at all. “damn that workout was intense, i’m beat. i’m gonna head to the shower, okay? then we can cuddle.” 

you opened your mouth but didn’t say anything, nodding instead. he smiled and headed towards the bathroom but he only made it about three steps before you stopped him with a call of his name, the sight of his back only furthering the feelings you had.

he turned back, “yeah?” 

you paused, “i um...” you sighed, “i need you.”

you could see a smile forming it’s way onto his face slowly, not wanting to get his hopes up too soon. he always wanted to help you out on your period but you’d never let him. 

“like need me need me?” 

you nodded “but we’ll only do it in the shower!” 

the smile finally burst on in his face. he made his way over to you again and planted a big kiss on your lips, groaning happily when you moaned lightly. 

“on second thought another workout doesn’t sound too bad.” he winked and smiled cheekily before throwing you over his shoulder and running to the bathroom, ignoring your yelp. 

“what got you so worked up anyway?” he asked casually, stepping into the bathroom. 

he set you down and you looked up at him sheepishly, “you...”

he grinned smugly, his hands reaching for your shirt. “oh i am so blowing your back out–”

kageyama

you tried to ignore what you were feeling, not wanting to ruin the moment since you and kageyama loved to do this every week

have a movie night and just relax

and you now he’d been working really hard lately so he deserved some rest

but you had a problem

you kept fidgeting in your seat next to him, trying to either relieve yourself slightly or make it go away, you weren’t too sure

and to be honest you weren’t really paying attention to it and kageyama could tell

after twenty minutes or so into the movie, he asked you what was wrong but you waved him off, assuring him it was nothing

but you couldn’t help but focus on him, the sharp cut of his jawline, the curve of his lips

then he put his hand on your thigh and you got to thinking of the feeling of his hands on you

and that sent you down a tunnel of unholy thoughts

kageyama felt your fingertips tracing the veins in his hands and tried to ignore it at first, keeping his eyes trained on the tv. but when you let your fingers trail up along his arm as well, his hand subconsciously squeezed your thigh and his eyes widened when you let out a quiet moan.

you both paused and kageyama turned his head slowly, eyes wide and looked at you, his lips parted. “are you–” he swallowed, trying to calm himself down. “okay?” 

you looked over at him, trying to act innocent. “mhm. just tickled, that’s all.” 

he nodded and turned back to the screen, and you tried to as well, but you kept glancing back at him, debating with yourself about whether or not you should say something. you didn’t want to be selfish and disrupt the movie, but you also couldn’t ignore what you were feeling, it was too intense. 

it lasted about five minutes before he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “you know i can see you watching me, right?” 

you felt your cheeks heat up and you huffed. “i’m sorry i just...” he turned to face you fully, curious and a bit concerned. his hand trailed up to your inner thigh, completely innocently and that’s when you decided you couldn’t hide it anymore. 

“i’m horny tobio.” 

his eyes brightened and he stuttered for a bit, “o–oh. well––do you want me to help?” he started to move closer but you looked to the side and he stopped. 

“it’s just––i’m on my period.” when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds you looked back to find him staring at you blankly.

he tilted his head and looked from side to side. “and?” 

you opened your mouth and closed it. “well...i’m, you know...bleeding...doesn’t that bother you? it’ll take more like effort and i know you’re tired––”

he cut you off, placing a hand under your chin, a shy smile on his face. “i don’t care about that. plus wouldn’t it help with your cramps?” 

you nodded, “well, only if you make me cum.” 

his brows furrowed, offended. “i always make you!” 

“yeah you do.” you laughed, taking his hand in yours, making him smile at you. “but are you sure you want to do this now? it might get messy.”

he leaned in and kissed your cheek before pulling back to look at you earnestly, his eyes a shade darker. “i don’t care.” he kissed you on the lips, “all i care about,” his hand tilted your head and pulled you closer, whispering against your lips. “is making you feel better.” 

kenma

kenma could tell something was off about you

he knew you were on your period but there was something else that he couldn’t figure out

he was waiting for you to tell him but you never did

the thing is, you’d just moved in together a few months ago and while you’ve had a couple periods in the same house 

(which he’s totally normal about) 

you haven’t done anything while you were on your period

normally you’d take care of yourself, but you felt a little self conscious about doing it in your shared house for some reason 

and kenma like never left the house

sure, he had his headphones on a lot but still––

so you were a little tense and though you thought he was distracted, he definitely noticed

kenma stepped into your room and you smiled up at him before going back to your phone, thinking he was switching from the ps4 to the pc set up in your bedroom. but he didn’t, he came and stood next to your side of the bed, making you look up at him in surprise. 

“oh hey ken,” you sat up, your legs pressed tightly together. “what’s up?”

he looked at you for a moment before speaking up. “nothing...what’s wrong with you?”

your brows furrowed, “what do you mean?”

he sighed. “i can tell something’s wrong...” he looked down, a bit shy. “i was waiting for you to come to me about it but you never did. was it something i did?”

your eyes widened, he’d noticed? “no––no you didn’t do anything wrong babe.”

“oh.” he nodded, crouching down beside you, resting his chin on the mattress. “then what is it? i can tell it’s not nothing.” 

you swallowed and set your phone down before looking down at him. “i just...” you sighed, “i’m kind of worked up...and i was too nervous to do something about it.” 

his eyes widened this time. “oh––”

you looked away. “yeah.” 

“well you don’t have to be nervous about that.” he stood up, a small smile on his face. “that’s perfectly fine.” 

you looked up at him, “oh, really?”

he nodded, “of course.”

you smiled, “oh thank you. so how long are you staying out for?”

his brows furrowed, “what? why would i leave the house––”

“wait you wanna stay?––” you paused, “well can you at least put your headphones on and close the bedroom door on your way out?” 

he blinked at you. “how can i help you if i’m not in the room?” 

you blinked back. “you want to help me?” 

he blushed and nodded sheepishly, “yeah...why wouldn’t i?” 

you stuttered a bit, “well i just––you know i’m bleeding, that could get messy...” 

he paused and glanced around the room seemingly in thought, and you figured that he was rethinking the whole situation until he spoke up again. “well i want you to be comfortable and the shower isn’t the best place for that...so how about i just get a towel to put here instead?” 

you stared at him for a few seconds, “each day i fall more and more in love with you.” 

he blushed even deeper and tried to hide his smile as he turned around, “shut up––i’m going to get the towel.” 

[ozarkthedog]

Keep the Heat | Andy Barber

summary: Andy fucks you in the coat.

warnings: SMUT. 18+ only. Quick & Rough Sex. Dirty Talk. Sex on a Car. Sex in the woods.  

word count: 1305

author’s note:  A fuckin’ coat inspired this. I can’t help myself when it comes to this man, ok?

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“What’re we doing here?” You question as Andy parks the car close to the cliff edge overlooking the darkened city.

“Come on, indulge me.” He smirks before stepping from the car.

Andy walks around and leans against the hood of the Audi as you shake your head in disbelief. “I cannot believe you drove us to Make Out Point.” Your heels made you unsteady on the pine needle covered ground as you cozy up to him.

He chuckles and shoves his hands in his coat pockets. “Hey, come on. It’s still early. I figured this would be fun. Even if we don’t make out.” You roll your eyes at the wink he sends you.

A gust of chilly, fall air blew by causing a shiver to run up your spine. You tighten your thin jacket around your frame until Andy sweeps you into his hold.

Warmth and a slight hint of fading cologne surround you as you find yourself wrapped snuggly in Andy’s jacket. You sink into his chest, feeling his heat radiate along your back as you gaze over the twinkling lights of the suburb.

Wanting a kiss, he nudges your cheek with his nose, forcing you to turn in his hold. You grin into the embrace. His plump lips always slid over yours with a certain amount of restraint but you could tell he was getting riled. When he pulls away you tug him closer by the lapels making him snort.

“What? You know what this jacket does to me.”

That jacket. That jacket always made your heart race whenever he put it on. Andy had a good sense of style; it was one of your favorite things about him. He knew he looked good in a suit and he made sure he had the finest presses.

That day he brought home the jacket from Hugo Boss, your world changed.

The second he put it on for you in the kitchen you knew you were done for. Something about the collar and how high it rose, almost as if he had a secret to hide. Not to mention the fit and the deep blue color brought out his eyes.

It drove you wild.

“Perhaps I wear it as much as I can to make you insatiable.” He teases.

“Well, it’s working.”

Heated kisses and soft grunts fill the night sky as he lifts you onto the hood. Your legs lock around his waist tugging him close, your core bumps against his growing excitement.

He breaks the kiss and quirks an eyebrow, “Want to engage in some public indecency?”

You laugh against his lips as you pull him down on top of you, sandwiching you between two warm objects. One made of steel, the other flesh and bones.

“Couldn’t we get arrested for that Mr. ADA?” You croon while shifting your dress up around your hips.

Andy groans when he spies a wet spot already soaking the crotch of your panties. “We just have to hope no one wants to take in the sights of Newton for the next 10 minutes.”

He shifts his shoulders ready to shake the jacket off when you stop him. “Leave it on?” Your face heats from embarrassment. You’ve gone through hell and back with him and he stills leaves you feeling like a school girl.

Andy grins and readjusts the jacket before unzipping his slacks and pulling out his cock. The sight of his throbbing girth catches your stare as it bobs slightly and then thumps against your clothed cunt.

A harsh grip to your chin drags yours eyes back to those azure pools, “You wanted this. So now you’re gettin’ all of me.”

His first two fingers yank your sopping panties to the side. A string a slick stretching from your core to the thin material showcasing your arousal. His jaw clenches at the sight, “Fuck.”

You shift forward nudging your pussy against his swollen crown, desperate to have him inside of you. Andy tilts his hips and pushes past your folds with a solid punch, molding your walls around him and knocking the air from your lungs.

You fist the thick material of his jacket and let out a ragged moan when he withdraws.

“Feel good, Honey?” His cock pushing your folds to their limit, “Like it when I stretch out this little pussy?”

All you could do was nod and mumble incoherently in response. The way he stood over you and thrusted into your soaked depths while wearing that jacket ignited something feral in you.

You pushed yourself onto your elbows in a haze and frantically shoved your core desperately onto his length. The drive to come gnawed madly at your belly, you wanted nothing more than to come around him while he took you apart in that jacket.

Andy dipped his head low, eyes wild and bright, “That’s it, fuck that pretty pussy onto my cock.”

You picked up the pace, grinding down on his girth; his crude words spurring you on. “Lemme feel that cunt,” His fingers dug into your hips but let you take the lead. “Come all over my cock. Make a fucking mess.”

Your walls fluttered causing Andy to bite back a groan as you forced yourself onto his cock over and over again. Your nails scratched the black surface of the Audi, nerves beginning to ignite from the overwhelming pleasure.

Andy watched as your body locks, eyes rolling backward and the intimate sounds that left your lips made his blood boil. You couldn’t keep up the movement as your orgasm hit, hips stalling and left his length buried only halfway in your heat.

He grits his teeth and impales you completely on his cock adding to the intense shocks running through your system. Your body lurches in his hold but he bends over, trapping you to the hood of the car and drives his cock in and out of your drenched heat prolonging the pleasure.

“Gonna come so deep inside you, Honey. Your sweet cunt’ll be drippin’ for days.”

His left arm weaves under your neck and his hand locks on your shoulder to keep you flush against him as he nears his peak. His nose bumps your own as he leans down for a kiss, teeth and tongues colliding in a fiery passion.

You nip his bottom lip eliciting a pained groan and you feel him swell inside you. Andy comes with a ragged grunt and bottoms out, grazing your cervix with a harsh caress until his hips falter and slowly come to a stop.

You stay locked together in the peaceful, warm embrace, breathing in one another until you hear a motor in the distance.

Frantically, Andy shoves his cock back into his slacks and helps you off the hood just as a car parks next to the Audi. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and escorts you back into the car. 

You noticed a small family exit their vehicle with flashlights and hear Andy say hello and something about a lovely night before he ducks into the car.

His face was flushed but it wasn’t from the sex. “That was so fucking close,” he rubbed a hand over his jaw, “We are never doing that again. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

You tried to hold back your laughter but between the nerves and the endorphins you couldn’t control it. “ADA and wife locked up for public indecency. The newspapers would have a field day.”

It was his turn to shake his head as he started the ignition, “All because of a jacket.”

���Hey, if you didn’t look so sexy in it you wouldn’t have a problem.” You playfully admitted.  

He switched gears to reverse, turning his body to wrap an arm around the headrest of your seat before teasing, “Maybe I’ll surprise you one day and wear nothing but the jacket.”

[littlemissnoname13]

hi could you please make a part two to feeling colors, i LOVED your writing in it. no rush :))

Hiii nonnie! 💕 I did end up writing a second part for the fic after all. I hope you like it as much as the first. X

Feeling Colours - Part Two

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Word count: 2500 give or take

Summary: Draco’s feelings for the reader start to grow

Warnings: fluff, excessive drinking, mentions of throwing up, kissing, nothing explicit, Draco being a softie (lmk if this needs more warnings)

Masterlist | Part One 

Your eyes fluttered open to find Draco Malfoy sitting on a chair next to you, breathing quietly like sleep was finally hitting him. Ruffled blond strands of hair fell over his weary eyes and he’d used his suit jacket as a makeshift blanket. 

Your first instinct was to silently lift up your covers and check if your clothes were still intact and thank Merlin they were. 

“Have a little faith Y/n.” Draco grumbled, startling you in the process as he struggled to lift himself into a more comfortable position. “I would never take advantage of a drunk girl.”

Fragments of the previous night came back to you when you heard him say that. 

The party, the burn of the booze, the dust-filled broom closet, the throwing up, the taste of soup and the strong and sturdy arms of the boy now looking at you with a sheepish grin on his face.

You eased at the sight of his smile. There came a certain type of comfort after someone had seen you throwing your guts up. 

“Thank you for last night Draco.”

“Like I said before Miss raging alcoholic, Don’t make a habit of it.” He let out a small yawn and started to smooth out his hair but much to his dismay, the strands refused to cooperate. 

You couldn't help but laugh at the displeased look on his face. “Here, let me—”

“NO. I absolutely refuse to let you touch my hair.” He protested, grabbing both your wrists before your fingers could make contact with his precious hair. 

“Come on Malfoy.” You pleaded, now fully out of bed and trying to break free from his hands. “I swear I can fix it for you.”

“Nope.” He said firmly as he tried his hardest to maintain a straight face. “Stop it—No please not the sides—no..”

“Please, just a bit more...ah okay….there we go.”

“Haven’t you done enough Hufflepuff?!”

“Oh. that rhymed.” You laughed, still touching his hair when the two of you accidently tumbled onto the chair he was originally sleeping on. 

Draco was agile in cushioning your fall with one of his hands balancing himself on the armrest and one hand wrapped around your waist.

It was only the second time he’d saved you from falling and you were already getting used to it. 

Something inside of you was immediately hoping that Draco would be there to break your fall for a third time too. 

It felt good with him.

It felt safe with him.

~~~

Alone at the school courtyard in the afternoon of the next day, Draco sat down in a far corner to rearrange his cluttered thoughts about you into tidy little compartments in his brain. 

It should have been easy for him. He was a natural occlumens after all.

But for some bizarre reason, he couldn't find a way to erase your name, the sound of your voice and your scent that was slowly dominating all four lobes of his brain and all four chambers of his heart. 

Even with the sun still in the sky, the occasional gust of wind made his hands turn cold so he instinctively shoved his hands into his blazer pocket to warm up. 

It was only then that he realised that he’d completely forgotten to give your locket back to you. 

~~~

A few days had now passed and Draco had gotten several opportunities to give your necklace back to you. 

First it was at the great hall.

He watched you intently from the Slytherin table, waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk to you while you nibbled on a cupcake.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he watched you lick the powdery pink frosting off your Peony lips.

He wasn’t all that fond of those cupcakes you were eating but he’d have done anything for a taste of the frosting from your lips. 

Before he could even manage to walk over to you, you stood up and walked away with your friends.

When you were close to the exit however, you paused and turned towards the Slytherin table to give him a tiny smile.

He quickly reached into his pocket to look at the locket, it was the exact pink shade of the frosting. 

~~~

The second time he tried to return it was at Potions class. 

Theo had so graciously agreed to switch partners with Draco and Snape did not seem to mind as long as the potions were brewed right. 

“Crush the petals as best you can before dropping them into the cauldron.” Snape instructed and you quickly grabbed a fistfull of rose petals. 

Draco watched in awe as you crushed rose petals in your hands, releasing the floral aroma into the atmosphere. The scent caught onto clothes and a flush crept onto his face.

“Well, are you going to help me, Malfoy?”

Draco silently copied your motion and stirred the cauldron till the potion was simmering and ready.

Returning your locket in the middle of Severus’s class did not seem like a smart idea so he decided to come up with a better one. 

“We are having another party in the dungeons on Friday. You should come and bring Abott if you’d like.”  Draco shrugged it off like it was the most casual thing ever. 

“Will there be elf made wine?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he let out a rather loud scoff earning the attention of the sulky potion’s master.

“Malfoy, Y/l/n.” Snape called out, looking as unimpressed as ever. “Detention.Saturday.”

“Incorrigible.” Draco muttered and you nudged him in the rib with your elbow. 

“Two Saturdays.” Snape said, before dismissing the entire class. 

On his way out, Draco discreetly sneaked a peak of the necklace in his pocket because he already knew what colour it was going to be. 

It was the exact same pink of the rose petals you were crushing. 

~~~

Two days had gone by since potions class and Draco was no longer fazed when the necklace emulated the same shades of pink from the bubblegum you were blowing or the fuschia ribbon in your hair. 

Draco also didn’t think it was necessary to make another attempt to return your necklace until Friday.

He already had a lot of things preoccupying his mind like actually planning the party. 

There had been no Slytherin Party planned for Friday before Draco invited you and now, He was getting his friends to help him arrange one. 

Crabbe and Goyle were tasked with getting more liquor,  Blaise and Theo were responsible for music and food while Draco was responsible with the overall logistics like silencing charms and getting the word of the party out. 

“All this for a girl.” Blaise mocked. Theo took this moment to whisper something to Crabbe who then whispered something to Goyle. 

“Care to say it out loud, Nott?” Draco seethed as he watched his friends clutch their stomachs and laugh out loud. 

“Theo called you a simp.” A teary eyed Goyle spluttered. 

“A what now?”

~~~

Friday’s party topped the previous one. 

More people, A wider selection of liquor, wine varietals, good food and music blasting so loud that the floors were vibrating. 

As per usual, Hannah had already disappeared into some dark little corner with her paramour leaving you all alone with a group of Slytherin girls. 

“I love your dress!” Exclaimed a tipsy looking Daphne Greengrass who herself was wearing a gorgeous turquoise number. 

“Thank you.” You replied, giving her your most polite and friendly smile. 

“Come now, let's go and dance already.” Pansy crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at the interaction. Although it wasn’t super obvious, you sensed that Pansy wasn’t too pleased to have you there. 

Daphne intertwined her hands to yours and pulled you into the dancefloor with herself, Pansy Tracey Davis and Millicent Bulstrode. 

Daphne’s surprisingly amiable nature took you by surprise but you decided to go with it. It was a party after all. 

When she placed her hands on your shoulders, you mirrored. When she swayed her hips, so did you. 

“He can't stop staring at you now, can he?” Daphne shouted into your ear over the music as you both continued to dance together. 

“I’m sorry who?” You shouted back. 

“Malfoy.” Daphne giggled. “ He’s been watching you all night actually. Why do you think he hosted this party in the first place?”

You stole a quick glance at Draco when no one was looking. He was sipping on a glass of whisky and watching you from a distance.

He had ditched his all black attire for a white button down shirt. The top two buttons were undone and his hair had a sort of laid back look to it

“See?” Daphne shouted again. “Hasn’t even taken his eyes off you once. It's driving Pansy nuts.”

Just to confirm if Daphne was in fact telling the truth, you tilted your head to the side to get a bitter view of him and the minute you did, your eyes met with his.

Heat spread all across your cheeks and he raised his glass to you as an acknowledgement before quickly turning away. 

After that, it was just an intense and tactical little gambit of who caught who staring. 

He covertly watched you sway your hips and you secretly noticed the way he tapped his fingertips on the glass he was holding.

Both of you refused to relent to whatever game this was up until the point where he grabbed a bottle of fire whisky and started to walk away. 

You didn't even need to think twice about where he was headed. 

“Go on.” Daphne nudged encouragingly.

~~~

Draco pulled the closet door open and stepped inside with a smile playing at his lips.

The last time he was there, he was introduced to you, your scent, your smile, your eyes. 

Before that night in the closet, he took colours at their face value. They were nothing more than visual representations of light—what amount, what hue, what saturation.

It was strange how things had changed for him. 

Not only did you make him see colours in a whole new light, you made him feel them, you made him hear them.

As Draco settled down with his drink, he saw the door creak open. 

It was still dark but he could already tell that it was you by the scent of your perfume. Oh, he could never ever forget that aroma even if he tried. 

Lumos. 

Draco held his wand in front of him and allowed himself to turn to his side to get a better view of you. 

Never had he ever seen someone glow the way you did under the lumos charm. The radiance in your eyes, the pearlescence of your skin and the curvature of your lips made him lightheaded.

“I feel like this closet is going to be a recurring thing for us huh?” You beamed at him and he found himself swooning. 

Salazar Slytherin. Nott was right. He was a simp.

“I guess so.” Draco quickly answered, Blaming this dizziness on the lack of ventilation while taking a big sip of his drink. 

“I don’t mind.” You said and twisted open the bottle of wine you’d brought with you. 

“Don’t tell me you brought another bottle of that god awful wine in here.”

 “It’s actually not that bad and it gets you drunk way quicker.” You shrugged. 

“Why do I feel like I might have to walk you to your dorm again?” 

He watched you take a long slow sip of wine and couldn’t help himself from noting that your lips were slowly getting stained red with the fruity nectar. 

“Might?” You shook your head. “Sorry to break it to you, but this wine is going to catch up with me soon.” 

Draco jokingly palmed his face, earning a laugh from you. It seemed like the perfect time to hand you your lost possession back. 

“Atleast, I’ll know when you are going to be sick though.” Draco said as he fished for the locket in his pocket. 

“How come?” 

“Because of this.” He explained, holding the necklace out. “I’m sorry I should have given it back sooner.” 

“That’s okay.” You murmured softly and pushed your hair away from your neck and he instantly took this as a cue to drape the necklace back to where it belonged. 

“Ah…there you go.” He whispered into your ear before shifting back to look at the gem. 

Draco expected it to be pink but to his astonishment, the gem had already turned a vibrant red. 

A new colour.

He could see red in the apples of your cheeks.

He could feel red pumping through his veins and hear red in the way his heart was rapidly beating. 

 “It’s red.” You commented and he slowly nodded. 

Even though he knew what red was for him, he needed to hear your interpretation before making his next move. 

“What does red mean to you y/n?” 

“To me, well…..red represents um..passion, something fiery, something that burns bright, leaves you breathless.” You whispered looking as if you were feeling almost as breathless as him. 

Draco swallowed hard when he noticed just how close your face was to his. 

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?” 

“If I kissed you right now, would you kiss me back?”

He noticed that your breathing was progressively getting shorter. You looked startled at his sudden question but held his gaze nonetheless. 

“I guess you’ll have to see for yourself, Draco.”

He couldn’t help but let out a hoarse chuckle before pressing his forehead to yours. “Is that an invitation hm?” 

You didn’t say a word but the deepening red color of your necklace gave everything away. 

Any remaining doubt in his mind went away when he felt you caress his cheeks with your cold hands. 

He gently let his fingers slip into your hair as he closed the distance between your lips. 

The kiss was reminiscent of the rush of first love. The innocence, the giggles. 

The kiss paid homage that perfumed night in the broom closet that had started it all. 

The kiss was bleeding, seeping, trickling In various shades of red and he was drinking every drop. 

Draco Malfoy could finally tell what the colour red tasted like. 

It tasted like your wine stained lips. 

He backed away and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and you gave him a shy smile in return. 

~~~

The two of you spent the remainder of the party inside the closet. 

Drinking, talking, laughing and more kissing.

So much kissing. 

“Alright y/n, let’s get you to your room now shall we?” Draco sighed when he noticed that you were getting more and more inebriated by the minute. “Come on.” 

You struggled to step out of the closet and almost tripped on your own two drunken feet.

Almost. 

“As if I’m going to let you fall face first.” He mumbled to himself before lifting you up in his arms. 

You let out a small laugh before looking up at him. 

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“I know you said to not make a habit of this but unfortunately for you, I already have.” 

FIN. 

~~~

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I would like to request prompt 2, the reader's pronouns are gonna be she/her, and the whole plot of this oneshot is gonna be where Manny and Mel are on the supply run and Abby is left with reader in the car. They want to relieve themselves so reader eats Abby out in the car. Abby squirts a lot, please and thank you🥰

Gotta Make This Quick

AN: Ask and you shall receive....eventually.

Warnings: unestablished relationship, semi-public sex, lesbian sex, oral, squirting

Word Count: 1743

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Third POV:

It was just another simple supply run, nothing special to it. Only this time Y/n had been assigned to tag along in lieu of Abby's favorite girl - Alice. An extra set of hands were always nice in this world considering every horrible possibility could happen at any moment. So the solider didn't mind seeing Y/n hop in that back seat with her, if anything she was looking forward to this supply run, however the other two passengers couldn't say the same.

Mel always tried to brush off the fact that she hated how much she made Abby smile - purely because she hated to see Abby so happy in the first place. "I don't have an opinion on her, she's just a good fighter," she'd shrug and turn her nose up. Manny (surprisingly) was on Mel's team in terms of Y/n as well. Though it brought him great joy to see Abby laugh and carry on, Y/n was Abby's greatest distraction and therefore there were a lot more mistakes made than there needed to be. They were a better duo when they were safe inside the stadium, but more of a disaster in terms of a combat. Needless to say, the job always got done and that's all that mattered at the end of the day.

The terrain was rocky and bumpy as always as Manny sped down what was left of the roads. He slowed to a stop at an old warehouse that had yet to be picked through since the Seraphites always patrolled it so heavily, but after finding out their schedule the WLF was able to find a time to squeeze in and sweep the place. And since that time window was so small, Mel urged the two giggling friends to stay behind and keep watch.

"What the hell Mel?" Abby protested while tugging on the door handle.

Mel stepped over to Y/n's window, "Stay here, we'll only be a few minutes."

"Yeah but you didn't have to lock - fuck." Abby scoffed and turned to her friend, "What if there's an emergency and they get ambushed?!"

Y/n slumped in her seat and rolled her head toward Abby, "Obviously they're betting on no one showing up. Just relax."

Abby rolled her eyes, "You're fucking kidding me right?"

"Couldn't be more serious babe."

And at that Abby's pretty freckled cheeks burned a soft crimson. Her mind fell fuzzy while her palms began to sweat against her rifle. She broke the tense eye contact and darted her gaze around the vehicle.

"They're... they're not doing this very smart." she continued, but Y/n had tuned it out and was completed infatuated with the way she had made Abby crumble.

Daringly she took a step further by inching closer and nonchalantly resting an palm over Abby's gorgeously massive thigh. It wasn't hard to miss the way the blonde's breath got caught in her throat - adorable. She lazily drew circles on the rough fabric and gazed up to Abby.

"You're so tense, what's got your panties in a bunch all the sudden?" Y/n teased and didn't bother to suppress the shit eating grin on her face.

Abby swallowed the spit pooling in her mouth. Though she was a blushing, sweating mess, she was absolutely loving every moment of this. Should she entertain it?

Abby softly shook her head and forced herself to stare out the window. This was surely just Y/n being her flirtatious, silly self.

Then her hand came up and squeezed softly on Abby's exposed bicep. It was like she was holding a flame against the hard muscle and lit Abby's entire body on fire. Her thighs pressed together and Y/n's nails dug into her pants. This was overwhelming in all the right ways, but Abby still wasn't sure her intentions.

Her warm breath fanned across the soldier's neck, "I know a thing or two about how to de-stress."

This woman who was known for being the strongest and sturdiest solider quickly felt her heart and mind melting at her friend's words. Just like a flip was switched and she completely folded over. Y/n was nearly foaming at the mouth; it was now or never.

With that she guided Abby's beautiful features to face her and they shared the most lustful kiss. Of course with the ticking time bomb Abby had been she soaked up every bit of touch Y/n offered her and found herself grabbing and feeling along her body. She had built her up and broke her down to the point where she was nearly feral. Abby loved the way she hated all the teasing.

Of course the strongest tried to settle her place over Y/n, but she wouldn't go down so quickly, after all it was Y/n's idea. She pulled away from the intense making out to smirk at her freckled companion and shove her shoulders down against the old leather seats. Again Abby's breathing failed her and left her abruptly while her heart hammered against her chest (not to mention the heat and slick accumulating in her pants).

But before the fun could continue Abby was struck with reality, "We're really gonna fuck here? What if someone sees?"

What a ridiculously question, Y/n thought.

"All the better."

Before Abby's rational could put up a resistance Y/n was earnestly working to remove Abby's cargo pants. Time was of the essence and both of them were well aware of that, but the desire swirling inside the car was just too overpowering to be ignored or interrupted.

The fighter laughed mockingly seeing the wet spot that had shamelessly formed on Abby's panties, "You're so fucking perfect." As expected the praise went straight to the blonde's core before even reaching her brain.

Y/n was ravenous and hasty in her approach. She nipped and licked and kissed all along those thighs she had dreamed to be between for an embarrassingly long time - it really was a dream come true. Then the underwear were ripped down her legs, thighs pressed open and against her strong torso, and Y/n's tongue went to work.

"Ah!" Abby cried out and smacked a hand over her mouth. All Y/n could do was laugh.

The goal: do whatever it took to make her cum as quickly as possible. Mel and Manny could be sprinting out those doors any second and there wouldn't be time to redress.

"Mmm fuck.." Y/n groaned and continued her ministrations.

Abby found herself trying not to shoot up to cloud nine, reaching and grabbing at whatever she could to give her a sense of reality. It was like she had the wind knocked out of her and each time Y/n's swirled her tongue deliciously over her clit a spell was casted on her. It was hopeless, Abby was hopeless, there was no way she was lasting very long.

And she didn't last very long, because in an instant that hot coil in Abby's abdomen snapped, her eyes rolled back into her head and she was crying into her hand. Y/n was elated when her lips, chin, neck, and chest were gushed on and drenched, in turn fueling her to work more fervently until Abby couldn't take it.

Those famous thighs began to tremble and Abby breathlessly begged Y/n to stop and tried squirmed away. How she wanted to continue to feast on her until she was an absolute mess of a person, but their circumstances were not in their favor and Abby was incredibly embarrassed at the fact she had squirted for her first time. Needless to say it was one of the most intense orgasms she had experienced to date but she never knew that would be the result.

Of course Y/n being the lady she was, cleaned up the mess she had made on Abby with her tongue, not missing a spot. The taste was unforgettable and her next mission was to get this wonder of a woman in her bunk. But for now they needed to get her dressed and Y/n's shirt changed.

Almost as if on cue, Y/n finished tugging a new shirt over her torso as Mel and Manny came darting from the warehouse, tossing the supplies in the trunk and throwing themselves into their seats.

"Everything okay?" Y/n wondered as Manny began to tear out of the scene.

"One of 'em saw us so we're leaving before we get ambushed. How were things out here?" Mel turned in her seat.

Abby instantly became flustered and her gaze retired to the window.

"Couldn't have been better." Y/n smirked.

[harrypotterbrainworms]

Snitches give you stitches.

Summary: You’re a Qudditch player who had eyes for a certain magical zoologist and he has an eye for the best (you.) (hurt/comfort if you squint) 

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Male Reader

Key: (Y/N)- your name

Word Count: 1574

A/N: it’s been a while haha. sorry about that, i’ve been preparing to move out and go to uni. so it’s been a bit hard to concentrate on writing. enjoy though!

Newt cheered from the crowd as you flew across his vision, he wasn’t for sports or being outside or cheering really, but seeing you flash a smile and a wink at him made his heart stop. He’d been watching you practice since he could remember, patching you up on more than one occasion, this time was apparently no exception as you stared longingly at him, you lost control of your broom just able to pull up to crash head first and now tangled in a big banner. “(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Newt honest to Merlin ran out onto the field, ducking players as they landed to check on you. You groaned trying to untangle yourself from the banner, not quite succeeding as Newt pulled the last bit off your head. His face inches from yours, checking you for injuries, but all you could think about was the heat in your cheeks as he touched you gently. “I’m fine.” You blurted out, standing up quickly and walking fast to get away from him. You could feel his frown in the back of your head as you limped to the benches, keeping your head plastered to the ground.

Newt sighed, but smiled. You looked fine, but your face fell as Newt watched you get lectured about safety. Your sheepish smile as you charmed the trouble right off of you. He thought it was an amazing skill. The way you handled people, you had said it was more of a curse than a blessing which he couldn’t understand. Newt waved at you from the stands, however you just kept your eyes glued on the real players wishing you were soaring with them, but you could guess why you couldn’t as you saw some people rehanging the banner and throwing away the broom you had somehow broken. Just like that practice was over.

The crowd went wild and so did you and Newt as you sat together, cheering your team on. The first game of the season, your blood was pumping as hard as the other people around you who were definitely more intense than you. Sporting the colours of your team, screaming their chants. You wondered if it might not be better to take Newt down to one of the team boxes, it was much too loud out here for him to be comfortable. “Newt?” You tried to grab his attention, but it was far too loud. So instead you grabbed his shoulder making him turn to you at full speed, the blush quickly settling on his cheeks when he realised it was you. “What?” He shouted loudly at you. “Follow me!” “What?!” He rolled his eyes at the crowd, earning a few dirty looks. “FOLLOW ME!” At Newt the crowd suddenly decided to be quiet at that moment. “Okay” Newt smiled, his whole body freezing when you took his hand to lead him to a quiet box. The atmosphere changed as they entered, your ears ringing slightly.

“This is nice” Newt smiled, sitting clearly more comfortably on one of the seats, his shoulders just slightly pulled back in relief. “Another exciting goal hit by the home team. The chaser once again showed just how little of a chance the competition of winning. Come on lads! Come on!” They watched the game in mostly silence, your hand trying so hard to inch closer and closer to Newt’s, but as you almost reached out a pinkie, the crowd quieted in anticipation before the announcer shouted into the microphone. “The snitch has been spotted!” You could see him jump up and down in his chair from here even. Newt squinted his eyes, trying to find it, but failing, you put a hand on his shoulder (successfully) pointing out the little gold speck on the field. You both felt the heat around the areas you touched. Newt cleared his throat out as you yawned, pulling away with a small frown.

“A few moments, folks, that’s all it takes for a win. The teams are down to the hair, none have enough points to qualify, who will be left behind?” The announcer blared through the box as they now sat 2 seats away from each other. “Oh no, folks, our star chaser has lost control, the strong gust of wind has added a disadvantage to our seekers as well.” You watched in horror as the chaser caught a particularly strong wind causing him to spin out of control and crash against the grass, clutching his leg, but the crowd went insane, you both looked up to see your team had caught the snitch.

“You need me to w-what?” You stuttered as you watched your teammate getting patched out, benched for a few days to heal.

“Play. You saw what just happened. We need you out there, rookie.” Your coach’s brows glued together, his face red and sweaty like he had played with them. You gulped.

“Did you hear that?!” He did a little jump excitedly, you just groaned, looking down at your feet. He frowned, unsure of why you wouldn’t be happy. “Hey… You’re... a g-great player” He tried to compliment you more specifically, but he didn’t know how. Newt put a hand awkwardly on your shoulder, patting it. You shrugged it off. “What’s wrong? You haven’t been well all week.” He frowned, looking at your face up and down for any signs of way. A sad glint in his eyes as you sighed. “I’m not good enough.” You muttered. “What?” He asked, you guessed he didn’t hear you. “I’m not good enough!” You shouted back, making Newt step back away. “What? How? You’re the best!” He exclaimed confidently, you laughed a little too grimly. “I’m not. Not by a lot.” “No. You are. I know that, I wish you did.” He frowned harder than you thought. “Don’t act like you don’t pity my washout. Don’t act like you love me at all. Not like me.” You shouted back, he gasped, taking another step away. You shut your hand over your mouth.

Newt darted his wide eyes around your face, betrayal and hurt painted it across it as he turned his back on you. You had the largest pit in your stomach as a quidditch uniform was thrown into your arms along with a team broom. Your heart was beating in your ears as you exited into the field. You saw Newt leave in the corner of your eye, to sit in the stands. How were you supposed to do this? All of your insecurities were obvious as you mindlessly played with the hem of your shirt, fidgeting in every way possible. Strapping and unstrapping your gloves, switching broom hands, all the works. Newt was looking more and more concerned as he watched you step on your broom.

Your teammates made quick work of their warmups, looking as concerned as Newt as you continued to dissociate. You had given up all hope of your quidditch dreams when you got bumped to the reserves, you never actually thought you’d play again. Not like this. You had managed to pull a few stretches and

You stared up as the seeker’s sped past almost through off your balance, luckily the beaters on each side of you bumped you into a straight course as you somehow managed to score another goal. The other team’s keeper looked pissed.

“Keep formation!” One of them shouted at you. Breathe in and out, you thought, inhaling deeply as you dove to catch. You heard the crowd cheering, catching a glimpse of Newt who was cheering just as furiously, which made you smile. You got the signal from your seeker and realised it was time to spread out for space. It was the checkmate now. You changed formation, baiting the other team to follow your movements allowing your seeker the space she needed to get the snitch she had spotted. You scored 2 more goals in formation, confidentially dodging the other team and before you had time to notice, your seeker whizzed past catching the snitch right under your nose. Winning the game. You let out a laugh as you slowed down, diving for the field.

You landed aggressively, surrounding your seeker, the team hugging each other. You had qualified, even with you on the team, you were going to the world’s. You heard someone call your name from behind, it was Newt running towards you at full speed. “You were amazing!” He shouted as he came to a stop almost tripping into you, a small blush across his cheeks from running. You laughed “You can say it” You smiled sheepishly as he let out a full belly laugh like you hadn’t heard before. “I told you so.” He grabbed you for a tight hug, pulling away, you stopped to look at him.

He was out of breath on account of running half the field to hug you, a wide smile painted on his face and the stadium light reflected off his pale skin, only exaggerating the heat on his face. He looked pretty. “You’re amazing.” You huffed out, pulling him in for a kiss, he stiffened at first, a little confused and angry. He had wanted to kiss you first, but he relaxed into it pushing against you, his hand reaching for your neck in fear of fainting against your flattery.  

“Whatever.’ Newt said breathlessly, grabbing your hand shyly as you pulled him to the team to celebrate.